Appearance of torsoBronzed, athletic, but just a teensy bit soft around the edges.

The torso’s journeyAn epic swim-a-thon, bounding from one affluent Connecticut garden party to the next, as Lancaster’s spry aristocrat makes his way across the state, pool to pool, and loses his youthful lustre and sense of self in the process. This is the torso as modern metaphor: this all-American beefcake may look wealthy, happy and physically fit, but you never know when the rot’s going to set in.

The torso’s journeyThe original 1962 ‘Cape Fear’ is a pretty solid torso flick in its own right: Robert Mitchum may not have the machine-tooled physique of today’s musclemen, but his knack of turning up topless when you least expect him is unnerving.

Still, even Calypso Bob has nothing on De Niro’s terrifying transformation: this might be the scariest of all screen torsos, partly for its clenched animal wiriness, partly for those messianic tattoos, but mostly because we just didn’t expect this kind of behaviour from scrawny little Travis Bickle.

Appearance of torsoShiny and non-threatening, though occasionally rather hairy.

The torso’s journeyTaylor Lautner’s torso is precision-built for maximum audience satisfaction: yes it’s meaty and masculine, but it’s not so freakishly disproportionate as to unsettle your average 12-year-old girl. This is a movie in which the act of transforming into a werewolf – so tortuous and gruesome in previous films – has become as easy as slipping out of a muscle top. And Lautner does both, repeatedly.

The torso’s journeyA descent into hell! Well, Canada. This astonishing rocksploitation shocker tracks the exploits of hair-metal legends Triton as they retreat to a remote cabin to prepare their next satanic masterpiece and end up invoking the Devil himself.

The climactic battle between a toothy, nine-foot rubberised punchbag that shoots bath toys and a mulleted rock god clad only in iron undies and guyliner shows what Ed Wood could’ve achieved, had he lived to see the ’80s.

Resemblance to an actual human body4/10

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Owner of torsoSteve Reeves

Appearance of torsoVarnished and waxy, like a supermarket melon.

The torso’s journeyIn those dark days before pride marches, the internet and ‘300’, gentlemen of a certain persuasion had to find their own entertainment.

Handily, there was no law against magazines stuffed full of pictures of bodybuilders – and one of the kings of the scene was undoubtedly Steve Reeves: Mr Universe winner and torso-owner extraordinaire. For one brief moment in the late ’50s, sword ‘n’ sandal star Reeves was the highest paid actor in Europe – all thanks to his mighty chestal regions.

Resemblance to an actual human body3/10

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Owner of torsoSiu-Wong Fan

Appearance of torsoTriangular, impermeable, splattered with guts and gore.

The torso’s journeyWe’re never entirely sure why noble futuristic prison inmate Ricky has the power to withstand all pain and tear humans to shreds with his bare hands, but we’re pretty sure his granite torso has something to do with it.

This spectacularly odd Chinese martial arts flick has to be one of the most insanely violent films ever made – eyes pop out, jaws are ripped off, giant meat grinders are involved – but as long as Ricky and his torso are together, they’re unbeatable.

The torso’s journeySuits, ties, shoes, hair products: investment banker Patrick Bateman and his co-workers put a lot of time and money into looking this good. Still, these abs aren’t just for show. A strict diet, rigorous exercise and 500 crunches before breakfast all keep his granite physique battle ready: you never know when a colleague will need axing to death for forgetting Bateman’s name.

Christian Bale is no stranger to physical transformation: he dropped down to eight-and-a-half stone to play an anorexic in ‘The Machinist’ and bulked up to a chunky 15 stone for ‘The Dark Knight’.

Appearance of torsoSurprisingly well-groomed for a guy who lives in a tree.

The torso’s journeyThis is the torso that started it all, the progenitor of pecs, the Adam of abs. Johnny Weissmuller was a five-time Olympic gold medalist and set 67 world swimming records. But it’s as the loincloth-wearin’, ape-befriendin’, not-such-good-English-speakin’ king of the swingers that he’ll be forever remembered.

Once Johnny came bellowing onto our screens, cinema’s relationship with the torso would never be the same again. Me, torso! You, amazed!

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Owner of torsoArnold Schwarzenegger

Appearance of torsoMeaty, like an oak barrel wrapped in parma ham.

The torso’s journeyForged in the desert furnace of Zamora over years strapped to Thulsa Doom’s Wheel of Pain, this torso is nothing if not resilient. Well, you have to be if your owner’s interests include battling snake gods, stealing magic jewellery, seducing witches, punching camels and getting crucified.

Arnie’s torso is without doubt the most recognisable in the business, and while 1977’s youthfully exuberant ‘Pumping Iron’ may be its most hilarious outing, ‘Conan’ marks its maturity as a cinematic force.

The torso’s journeyBack in the day, the ancient Greeks used to do a lot of their favourite activities in the buff: racing, wrestling, posing for statues. The makers of dire Spartansploitation romp ‘300’ knew the world wasn’t ready for an all-nude action movie – but they came pretty damn close.

This was the film that made brawny Scots man-meat Gerard Butler a huge star, but we have to note that his subsequent career has been both unmemorable and largely torso-free. Coincidence? We think not.

Torso lovers, rejoice! Everyone else, prepare to feel slightly queasy. This week sees the release of two very different movies united by a single characteristic: a leering fascination with the male upper body.

Boy band doc ‘One Direction: This is Us’ and madcap comic thriller ‘Pain & Gain’ may be miles apart in tone and technique, but both depict the masculine form in all its bulging, waxy, slightly unsettling glory. Which got us thinking: which movies feature the most extreme, overpumped, gratuitously exposed torsos? And can we really bear to plough our way through ten of them?